My perch on the hill (A song)

The children,
Of the cliff,
They play. Angelheart. Heart is full.
I watch to my fill,
From my hill,
Far away.
Too far away.

And when they leave,
The cliff alone,
Cannot play.
He cannot play.
He wants to play.
I stare at him still, below
From my hill,
So far away.

I’ll play with you, madman,
I’ll play with you, dear,
I’ll play with you, syrup, I’m always here.
We fly, down the valley,
The children pray,
Five miles apart,
But we shall play.